They were soon on the best of terms, however, and to her aunt
Pollyanna confessed that going to school WAS living, after
all--though she had had her doubts before.
In spite of her delight in her new work, Pollyanna did not forget
her old friends. True, she could not give them quite so much time
now, of course; but she gave them what time she could. Perhaps
John Pendleton, of them all, however, was the most dissatisfied.
One Saturday afternoon he spoke to her about it.
"See here, Pollyanna, how would you like to come and live with
me?" he asked, a little impatiently. "I don't see anything of you,
nowadays."
Pollyanna laughed--Mr. Pendleton was such a funny man!
"I thought you didn't like to have folks 'round," she said.
He made a wry face.
"Oh, but that was before you taught me to play that wonderful
game of yours. Now I'm glad to be waited on, hand and foot! Never
mind, I'll be on my own two feet yet, one of these days; then
I'll see who steps around," he finished, picking up one of the
crutches at his side and shaking it playfully at the little girl.
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